Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 115 Is this his breakfast?

At four in the morning, Zhou Gangxun went back to bed. He covered himself with a mint green cloth and prepared to sleep. Before falling asleep, he looked at his beautiful wife sleeping soundly and wanted to kiss her one more time.

"Suck it... Suck it..."

Ruan Zhijuan hummed in her sleep and rolled her eyes. It was that familiar feeling of raising a child again, but this time the child seemed a little too hungry.

He opened his eyes and saw Zhou Gangxun.

"Zhou Gangxun..." Ruan Zhijuan cradled Zhou Gangxun's head, her eyes, one big and one small, squinting sleepily as she pressed her face against his and asked, "Why is your lip cut?"

Zhou Gangxun's face was damaged, and his lip was also chapped.

It looks like it got into a fight with stray dogs outside over a bone, but it definitely won.

Zhou Gangxun looked up at his wife, kissed the baby, and said to himself, "I deserved to have bumped into her."

"It's not your fault, it's those things that are bad, it doesn't hurt." Ruan Zhijuan coaxed Zhou Gangxun by gently stroking his face with her hand, then leaned in and kissed his bruised lip repeatedly, once, twice...

Zhou Gangxun looked at his wife's moist lips and the pink lips that gently pecked at the corner of his lips. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. This time, it wasn't him playing tricks; it was his wife's reward for him.

They didn't hit me enough; it shouldn't have been four slaps, it should have been more.

He received four slaps, and his wife gave him two kisses.

Two slaps make one kiss, ten kisses make twenty slaps.

"Smack smack..." Before Ruan Zhijuan could even touch her for the fourth time, she tilted her head back and fell asleep again.

Zhou Gangxun covered Ruan Zhijuan with a blanket, then leaned down and gave her a fourth kiss. "You've been worried all day, sleep well, my wife."

He lay back down on his side, his hands carelessly clutching the small piece of mint green cloth covering his body, panting.

With her other hand, she was texting Dr. Jia: "Dr. Jia, what did you say about what happens when someone becomes a pervert?"

[Dr. Jia, does the hospital have any medications or surgeries that can reduce that portion of the medication?]

[(Sent unsuccessfully) I think sometimes when I do bad things or have a twisted mind, maybe it's not my fault, it's because my wife indulges me.]

[(Sent unsuccessfully) I did something wrong, and he still kissed me; it only makes me want to break him more.]

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Nine o'clock the next morning.

When Ruan Zhijuan woke up and didn't see Zhou Gangxun in the bedroom, she immediately ran out of the bedroom to look for him.

Zhou Gangxun was seen washing clothes in the bathroom, looking as hardworking as an ox, and seemed quite at ease.

My husband is still alive, still that same bad dog, unchanged.

After confirming that Ruan Zhijuan had made sure, she ran into the bedroom again to find clothes to wear, but after searching around, she found nothing in the bedroom, not even the wardrobe.

"How can he not have any clothes? Did a thief break into the house and steal them?" Ruan Zhijuan thought to herself, and immediately went to check his savings. Fortunately, the ring and bank cards were still there.

He had to hurry out and tell Zhou Gangxun, "Zhou Gangxun, quickly check if your things are still there..."

Ruan Zhijuan paused, as if he had found his underwear; Zhou Gangxun was washing his underwear...

One, two... seven, eight, all washed.

So, does that mean he doesn't have any underwear to wear today?

Oh, it wasn't just underwear. Ruan Zhijuan glanced to the side and saw that on the clothesline and folding clothes rack on the balcony, there were more than thirty or forty pieces of washed clothes hanging one after another... all the clothes in their wardrobe.

The pretty little face looked puzzled as she asked, "Zhou Gangxun, why did you wash all the clothes? What am I supposed to wear? I have no clothes left, not even underwear..."

With so many clothes, washing them one by one, when did Zhou Gangxun start washing them?

"The weather's nice today, perfect for doing laundry." Zhou Gangxun lied through his teeth, looking at Ruan Zhijuan with a knowing look in his eyes, and asked, "Doesn't your wife have any clothes to wear?" Well, then she can just go around naked.

He looks beautiful naked. Why didn't he think of that before?

Anyone who frequently owns a dog knows that bad dogs often have sudden, insidious behaviors, such as playing a ring toss game with their mates.

If you succeed, you kiss for five minutes; if you fail, you slap someone.

For example, in order to see his wife completely all day long, he deliberately washed all the clothes he could wear.

As Zhou Gangxun was speaking, Ruan Zhijuan felt as if his gaze was tangible, landing on his chest and then slowly sweeping over every part of his body, every inch.

"Honey, you have a new mole today."

Zhou Gangxun took a few steps over, staring at the red mole on his chest.

"It wasn't here last night," Zhou Gangxun said, pinching the fruit with his fingers as proof. "Look."

"Is it because you've been touched and kissed too much?" he said, as if unsure, repeatedly rubbing it off. "It won't come off, see? Isn't that right, wife?"

"A mole... ha... ha..." Kind-hearted Ruan Zhijuan blinked, whimpering as the bad dog pinched her. She thought Zhou Gangxun was genuinely discussing something with her. "So being touched a lot... ha... can cause moles... ha..."

"Yes, touch it more often." Zhou Gangxun thought to himself, feeling that this mole was made for him.

He felt that one wasn't enough, too few, so he took care of and looked after them every day.

So now his wife has another mole on her chest.

Very nice.

His wife has moles in places that are not easily exposed to sunlight.

Only he can see it.

So it's obvious that his wife's moles were specifically created for him to see.

Chest, ankles, lower back...

Zhou Gangxun squatted down persistently, prying apart Ruan Zhijuan's legs, "Wife, you also have a small red mole here."

Ruan Zhijuan flinched at Zhou Gangxun's breath and lost her balance, ending up straddling his face.

Zhou Gangxun squinted and took a deep breath, "Wife..." Is this his breakfast?

He agreed last night, but there are 24 hours in a day, and 23 hours of suffering and fulfilling vows. He only needs one hour of joy, and the gods and Buddhas probably won't say anything.

So he hugged his wife's legs.